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So, whores—man, they’re tricky! I’m talkin’ hustle, grit, survival! Down here in the ocean, we got fish sellin’ fins for a clam—shady stuff! “Shame” got me thinkin’—Brandon’s life’s a freakin’ whirlpool! He’s bangin’ anything movin’, but he’s empty! “You’re a weight on me,” Sissy yells, and I’m screamin’, “Spit it, sister!” Whores ain’t just bodies, tho—they’re stories! Like, didja know? Old-timey pirates paid mermaids in gold dubloons—true fact! Prolly fake, but sounds dope!

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Man, sometimes I get mad 'bout the constant noise on Elm St., where construction makes me wanna shout, “Enough already!” And then, boom – I see some old mural on a brick wall and it makes me happy again. It's like mine or Tarantino’s set – rough, raw, real. I still remember a client whisperin’ “I’m a soldier,” after a massage. Made me think: life’s a battlefield, and every sore muscle is a medal. Ridic, huh?

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